Post by ashton DAKOTA WILLIAMS on Oct 9, 2011 16:40:18 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://lh4.ggpht.com/-LWSqSNpIToc/TYZTxT60WjI/AAAAAAAAAUg/kX0kRj5ZB6k/BlackWood.jpg); width: 437px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30;] THE ASHTON DAKOTA WILLIAMS EDITION  SIXTEEN , JUNIOR , STONER , GEORGE CRAIG "HELLO THERE. I'M SO GLAD YOU MADE IT HERE TODAY, BUT I'VE SEEM TO FORGOTTEN WHAT YOUR NAME WAS, IT WAS PAT... OR SOMETHING, RIGHT? NO, WELL, WHY DON'T YOU TELL ME IT THEN? FIRST, MIDDLE AND LAST, PLEASE. OH, AND PLEASE DO TELL ME ANY SCRUMPTIOUS NICKNAMES." ashton made his way into the small, uncomfortable chair in the corner of the room. his long legs lifted high off of the seat, and he crossed them awkwardly and rubbed his hands on the thigh area of his pants. he didn't know why he was doing this interview in the first place, but it was all for the experience. "pat?" he chuckled half-heartedly, shifting in the chair. "you can call me pat if you so desire. but no, my name isn't pat. my name is actually ashton. ashton dakota williams. but i just got by ashton, or ash. dakota sounds like a girls name, doesn't it? well. whatever. i like my name - my mom did her job well." "I HAVE TO SAY, THAT'S QUITE A NAME YOU GOT THERE. I DON'T THINK I'VE HEARD IT BEFORE. TELL ME, HAVE YOU ALWAYS LIVED IN PORTLAND OR HAVE YOU COME FROM SOMEWHERE ELSE?" "ashton? yeah, i guess it's not that common." ash shrugged slightly, he didn't really care much for his name, or anything in general. he ran a hand through his sloppy, windswept hair, and then continued to answer the questions of the interviewer. "and yeah, i've always lived in portland. my family, my mom and i, we don't have any money, so we've never been able to move. but i swear to god, if i could, i would move to somewhere else. this town is just full of bad memories and shit. you know?" "OH, I DIDN'T MEAN TO MAKE YOU FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE. HERE, LET'S LIGHTEN UP THE TOPIC A LITTLE BIT. OUT OF ALL OF THE WORDS IN THE WORLD, WHICH FIVE DESCRIBE YOU BEST AND WHY?" "which five words?.." ashton trailed off, his blue eyes trailing up to the ceiling as his mind reeled in thought. about ten seconds later, he peered at the interviewer, his devilish grin back on his lips. "that's a very vague, very broad question to ask of me. and it's rather difficult to say anything without being conceived as vain." he said smartly, before sighing and running a hand through his black hair. "uhm, i guess we could start off with that i'm stubborn? it's a trait i inherited from my mother, i think. both of us, we don't like being told what to do. i can't help but be stubborn. like, if someone's trying to give me advice to help me, i won't listen to them because i somehow think i can help myself. you know? even though a majority of the time i can't." he grinned sheepishly, and shifted once more in his position in the chair. "i should probably get that checked out or something. maybe stop being a cocky stubborn ass?" he chuckled, before he set himself ready for the next description. "i'm pretty relaxed about everything. and that can be a good or a bad thing." he said thoughtfully, sitting in a daze for a moment before he continued. "like, i don't really mind anything. gay marriage? awesome. drugs? cool. music? good for you. you know? i take whatever comes at me and i just brush my shoulders off. i'm not uptight at all. i don't worry about the next test in my government class, even though i probably should. i don't worry about getting good grades, which i also probably should. i don't even care about getting into college, really. the only thing that you'll really see me get into is my music, because it's pretty much my life." he nodded appreciatively, a grin brightening his face. "but being relaxed applies to people i'm around too. i'm not a clingy boyfriend, and i hate clingy types - because they need to just relax. i don't really mind what people are like, and i'll put up with almost anything except incest. 'cause that's just weird. and creepy." at his own words, ashton scrunched up his delicate face in a disgusted expression and stuck out his tongue. "because i'm stubborn and relaxed, i'm also an ass. i'll admit it." he said easily, his palms faced upward and raised in the air. he grinned and placed his long arms back on the arms of the chair, and looked over at the interviewer, who had a quizzical expression. "i can be such an ass sometimes. and i know it. i'll do or say something just to make other people upset! half the time i don't really mean it, it comes out and i'm like - oop! i was an ass again! - but people really get on my fucking case about it." with a stupid mock voice, ashton continued to mimic other people. "'yeah, that ashton kid? he's a loner cause he's an ass.' 'he can't make friends cause he's an ass.'" ashton chuckled, hitting his fist on the chair, before correcting himself and sitting up. "if i've been mean to you, then boo-fucking-who. cry me a river, then build yourself a bridge to get over it. alright?" ashton laughed once more at the interviewers pulled back expression, and ran his hand through his messy hair. he really didn't care what the lady thought of him, he was just here for fun anyways. "i'm proud of the stuff i do, so i guess sometimes i come off as arrogant to some other people." ashton shrugged his shoulders indifferently. "i get it from my mom. when i was little, she always told me that whatever i do, i should love it, and that i should always take pride in what i do. maybe sometimes i can take that to extremes, but whatever, you know? and the last part about me? hmmm.." he went into thought for a moment, before he finally smiled brightly over at the interviewer. "i don't care what people think about me. why would you waste time caring what other people think? you just have to be yourself, and do what you want to do. you know? you can't give a shit what people think, cause they're only going to bring you down in the end." "I'M NOT GOING TO LIE. YOU SEEM LIKE QUITE THE CATCH. I'M SURE YOU'RE ALWAYS BUSY, HUH? DO YOU LIKE WATCHING TELEVISION OR KNITTING? WHY DON'T YOU TELL US A LITTLE BIT ABOUT YOURSELF?" "quite the catch?" ashton laughed quietly, his hands rubbing on his pants out of habit. he shook his head, his laugh quieting down to a small grin. ashton wasn't usually one to take compliments, but he didn't mind them every now and then. "i assure you i can be." he said with a wink and a grin, before chuckling and settling back into his previous position. "no, i don't knit. i don't have the money for cable, so i don't watch television. it's all shit on there anyway, kills your brain cells i've heard." he said thoughtfully, a hand running absently through his hair. "i'm not always busy. i like to try and keep myself busy, but nobody likes being busy all the time. you know? some people just like to... chill." he shifted, almost uncomfortably, knowing he was switching to a much more meaningful topic. "my life is all about my music. or my music career. or what i want it to be." ashton got a little tongue-tied and confused, before setting himself straight. "i play guitar, i sing, i play piano. i taught myself, and i'm just using what was given to me. i want a better life then this, and why not with the one thing i love more then anything else?" he said thoughtfully, before rolling his shoulders. "i also do pot. and crack. and ecstasy. i guess those could be considered hobbies too. but not really one that you tell people." "YOU SOUND PRETTY FEARLESS, BUT THERE HAS TO BE SOMETHING YOU'RE AFRAID OF. ANY JUICY SECRETS?" ashton sat in the chair, deliberating. there was only so many things you could tell in an interview, and his biggest secret? it's seemed like he was trying to jump across the grand canyon - there was no way he could make it. at the same time, the woman had promised him that the information told would stay a secret. after a few minutes of pondering, ashton finally answered the ladies question. his blue eyes reached her, and being as honest and straight as he could, he spoke. "i guess my biggest fear would be commitment. i don't know how to explain it. it's probably cause my dad walked out my mom when i was little, and i saw it happen. those psychological doctors say that shit like that really messes people up, you know? so maybe that's what happened to me. and a juicy secret? i dunno. my mom introduced me to smoking? i kind of lay everything out there, i don't really do secrets." "DON'T TAKE THIS THE WRONG WAY, BUT ARE YOU GAY? I MEAN, IT WASN'T SOMETHING YOU SAID OR ANYTHING. I'M JUST A CURIOUS OLD BADGER. UM. WHAT DO YOU FIND ATTRACTIVE? IS THAT BETTER? I GUESS YOU DON'T HAVE TO ANSWER IF YOU DON'T WANT TO." ashton couldn't help but grin and raise a perfect eyebrow at the interviewers question. he watched as she stumbled over her words, and he couldn't stop the grin that spread from one ear to the other. "it wasn't something i said?" he said sarcastically, putting a hand over his heart. "it's probably that such a handsome and kind man couldn't possibly exist right here and right now. am i right?" he said sarcastically, grinning still. "or maybe it's that i'm too well dressed? or that i use more hair products in my hair then most other girls?" he continued on, chuckling to himself a little bit, before finally approaching the subject seriously. "nah, trick. i'm as straight as they come. straight like a pole. not a bent pole, though. a... straight pole..." he tapered off, eventually grinning and laughing at himself. "i like girls. all kinds of girls. tall girls, short girls, blonde girls, brunette girls, white girls, skinny girls - not fat girls though. or ugly girls. yeah, sorry. i'm pretty shallow. but this" -he gestured to himself in a general manner- "only comes to those who deserve it." he said easily, before winking at the women and chuckling a little more. "ALRIGHT, ENOUGH WITH THE HEAVY STUFF. LET'S TALK ABOUT... MUSIC. I THINK YOU MENTIONED SOMETHING ABOUT POP OR HIP HOP EARLIER. WHAT KIND OF MUSIC DO YOU LIKE? RAP, COUNTRY, JAZZ? WHAT ARE YOUR TOP FIVE MOST PLAYED SONGS ON ITUNES?" "hip-hop?" ashton laughed to himself quietly. "now, i'm a man all for respecting people's music, but let's not lie here - hip hop is not a genre of music. it's just shit." he said easily, gesturing with his hand and leaning out of his chair. with a grin, he settled himself back into the chair and ruffled his hair. "uhm, i listen to all kinds of music. like i said before, music is the like.. the center of my life. it's like the romeo to my juliet - you don't get one without getting the other, you know? if you're going to be my friend, well man, you gotta respect that i talk about music a lot. it's what i want to be. what i want to do. i want to be able to submerge myself in my music everyday - it'd be the greatest gift. to listen to the chords form, the lyrics pull the song together like the cherry on the ice cream. do you get it? sorry, i don't mean to get so into my music. i can't help it." ashton sheepishly grinned, his tongue running over his lips to stop them from drying out. "uh, my most played songs? hmmm.." he wandered off, deep in thought for a moment, before he remembered. "definitely fix you by coldplay, dreaming with a broken heart by john mayer, say you don't want it by one night only, how to love by lil' wayne, and moves like jagger by maroon 5. call me a girl, if you wish." ashton said, with a devilish grin. "LISTENING TO MUSIC LIKE THAT? YOU'RE SURE TO BE A STAR IN THE NEAR FUTURE. YOU SEEM LIKE A WELL-ROUNDED YOUNG PERSON, MY DEAR. WHERE DO YOU FIND YOURSELF TO BE IN FIVE YEARS FROM NOW?" with a charming grin, ashton managed to move around in the chair a little more. "why thank you." he said half-sarcastically, presenting himself with a mock bow, before sitting straight in the chair again. before speaking again, he ran a hand through his hair and chuckled a little. "if you don't know what i want to be by now, you obviously haven't been paying attention for half of this interview." he smiled genuinely, and then continued. "but just in case you didn't hear the first several times" - he winked playfully- "i want to be a musician when i'm older. i don't know what kind of a musician, though. in a band? solo? creating records? training other people? - it's all up in the air for right now. all that i know is that i love music, and i'm good at it. so why not try a career in it? seems logical to me.." he tapered off, his eyebrows arched and his expression cynical. "IF IT MEANS ANYTHING, I'LL BE ROOTING FOR YOU WHEN THE TIME COMES. I'M SURE YOUR PARENTS WILL TOO. SPEAKING OF YOUR PARENTS, WHY DON'T YOU TELL US THEIR NAMES AND WHAT YOU THINK OF THEM! DO YOU HAVE ANY SIBLINGS, PETS, OTHER RELATIVES?" "i think you mean parent." ashton corrected bluntly, trying to keep the bitterness out of his voice. it wasn't his favorite topic to talk about - the fact that his father walked out on his mother and him when he was old enough to remember it. "my father walked out on my mom and i when i was seven. i think i already mentioned that earlier? oh, i did? see!" he exclaimed quietly, trying to make the conversation light. "uh, i was old enough to remember it, i guess that sucks. my mom's always tried to be there for me, i'll give her credit for that. she's been hurt a lot in her life by the people around her, so i don't blame her for being how she is. she was just doing the best she could, you know?" he rubbed a hand through his hair sheepishly, trying to change the topic. "uh, so i don't have any relative except for my mama that i know about - she's my mother's grandmother. she looks after me when my mom's.. busy. i don't have any siblings, and i barely have enough money to feed myself - so no i don't have a pet either." "OH, I SEE. WELL, WE'RE RUNNING OUT OF TIME. WHY DON'T WE WRAP THIS UP WITH YOUR STORY? HOW DID YOU END UP IN PORTLAND, OREGON?" ashton leaned back into the chair for a moment, getting himself comfortable in it before he continued to think about the question. his story? it was one thing to spill everything to anyone in particular, but to someone he'd only known for three minutes who was interviewing him? after a second of staring out of the nearby window, ashton finally snapped back to reality. he shifted his weight in the chair, and let his blue eyes drift over to the lady's young face. "well, my history really isn't that interesting, when you get down to it. my parents were high-school sweethearts, and surprise surprise - they both lived here in portland their whole lives. they even went to the same high school i'm going to. well anyways, they got hitched as soon as they got out of high school. but they didn't have that good of a history. my dad had a shitty childhood. his parents got divorced and he was into drugs and shit. my mother had a decent childhood, the last of five children. always ignored. underfed. under appreciated. it's probably why they meshed so well. both of them were outsiders, both of them were lonely. so neither of them went to college, my dad got your local job, and when they were both twenty, my mom became pregnant with me." ashton ran a hand through his hair softly, keeping his expression rather blank in comparison to the rest of the interview. "so, i was born a year later. we never had much, our family. but we were happy. we lived in a little apartment, in the suburbs of the town. my dad had a job at ralphs, my mom had a job at an old navy. we barely scraped along, but we were all still alive. and we all had each other. it was enough. it was like that for about the first five years of my life. when i was six, that all started to change." ashton was struggling to control the anger that had filtered into his voice, his blue eyes darkened with something the interviewer couldn't pinpoint. "it was my dad. he started the change. he used to take longer when he came home from work. he spent less time with us. he was always so distant, as if his mind was always someplace else. this caused my mom and i to become annoyed. sometimes she would shout at him, but he would just sit there and take it. he never fought back. he never even said a word. he even started sleeping on the couch, rather than with mom. it was a year later when he come home one day and started packing. we didn't know what was happening - especially me. i was only seven. he just packed his things. my mom started screaming, grabbing his arms and trying to make him talk, but he would always gently push her away. my mother's screaming turned into hysteria, and from that it just turned into depression. she was sitting on the chair, crying, as he left the house. that was the last time i saw my dad. he didn't say a word to me. he didn't even look at me. that was the day i started to hate my dad. for what he did to my mom. to me. my life wasn't the same from there on. my mom barely ever spoke, she was tired all the time, she worked three jobs. it was difficult. it's probably why i got into drugs. i started smoking, and drinking, and pot, and anything i could get my hands on to escape from everything. i eventually picked up guitar and piano, but i had to work two jobs to afford my car - everything i have. it's difficult, but i've gotten used to it." 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